I hate telling people about my problems. It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel like I am baring myself too much and I hate that feeling because whenever I bare myself too much, I always feel like other people will take advantage of me. I know that I am being paranoid but I can't stop this fear from manifesting in me.

Another reason why I don't really like to tell poeple about my troubles is because I feel that I am troubling them. I feel as if I am wasting their time and I always fear that people will get tired of me because of my constant complaints. I feel as if the more I say, the more I fall into the dark abyss.

But I can't stand it when I keep everything to myself. It feels as if those feelings are slowly eating away my heart and it is only when I tell someone else about my troubles do I feel a release from them. Whenever I keep everything to myself, I start to lose the will to continue and my smile fades away.

My heart is torn and I can't seem to mend it on my own but I'll try. I will work harder and try to heal my wounds but then again, wounds always leave scars and I can't seem to make the scars fade away. They stay on in my soul as reminder of all that has happened, telling me that history repeats itself.

Say, why is it raining when the sun is shining?
(Or is it just me?)

Take away my voice so that I may sing only for you.

I'm tired. No, not physically but mentally.

I'm tired of thinking so much and I'm tired of this void which persists. Please tell me, am I not good enough? Am I so unwanted that not even the isolated want me? Everyday, I walk around and I ask myself, why am I trying so hard? They say that it is easier not to hope but I can't stop myself from hoping.

Stop joking around with me and treating me so nicely when you don't even want to be near me. Stop lying to me. Stop being near me when in the end this is all a one-sided relationship. Please stop it. Am I so pathetic that I have to warrant such words from any of you? Where have I gone wrong? Can somebody please tell me? Why is it that in the end, I am left with nothing but memories and momentos?

Can't anyone hear me screaming? I'm calling out form the bottom of my heart yet no one can hear me. For once, let me be the one who is not in the wrong. Why must I always be the convicted and the sinner? Was it wrong of me to be born? Does my very exsistence only bring suffering and pain to those around me?

Why do I only hear silence?

And yet you have never once turned to look back at me.

Does that apply to me to?

It always amazes me as to how easily something can be broken. Take for example a relationship, it takes a long time to build a strong relationship and yet no matter how strong a relationship is, it only takes a few minutes to break the relationship.

Another example is the construction of buildings. It takes a few years of hardwork to build a building and yet in a few minutes or seconds, the building can be destroyed by a single atomic bomb or by an earthquake. The same can be said for a nation. It takes many years to build a nation and yet that peace and stability can be easily broken by the outbreak of war.

It also takes many years of effort to bring up a child and yet in a few mere seconds, that life can be taken away. In a few seconds, our happiness can be taken away. And in a few milliseconds we can lose all that was dear to us.

For one last time.

Don't think that you know everything about me.

Please shut up. What right do you have to say those words to me? There is a limit to the amount of insult I can take so don't step over that boundary. You are not the most pitiful person on the world and the thing is that I thought that you had changed a little but in the end you are still wallowing in self-pity. Seriously, be glad that you are'nt homeless. Furthermore, did you think that I would pity you just because you only get $5 a day? If you really want to save money so much, maybe you should stop buying food from Cheers every morning.

And stop saying that I am pampered because I am not. If I was pampered, I would'nt even give you a time of my life.

Anyway, I have something else to say to someone else:
Don't aplogise, there is no need to apologise. In the end, I am also responsible for what happened.

Blame hides the pain of the victims.

I'm bored and rotting away at home so I shall type a story.

There was no colour in her world. All around her, the world was grey. For her, life was meaningless as she had no freedom. She was locked and bound by the dreams of the people around her. Since the age of three, she had been living in the dreams of other people. There was no escape for her.

As she looked up into the skies, she reached up to grab the birds that were flying. She wanted those wings for herself but it was an unattainable goal. Her own wings had already died.

And yet, she was unable to cry. She was already numb from all the pain that she had felt. She knew that from the day that she was born, she was just a puppet.

It was all a lie. The love that her parents gave her when she fufilled their dreams and the hatred that they gave her when she failed. They neither loved her nor hated her for she was just a machine to them.

All those smiling faces from the friends around her were all fake. In the end, they had no love to give her and her heart remained empty.

One day, while she was crossing the road, she looked up and saw a bird that was as white as the snow. For the first time, she saw how blue the sky was and then it was all red.

Don't say goodbye.

Sometimes, I wonder if it would have been better if I could'nt hear anything.

If only I could close my ears to the voices around me for I am tired of hearing insults and lies. If I could'nt hear then I would'nt have to acknowledge them and I would be trapped in my own world and no one would bother about me. This way, it would be better for me and the people around me.

If I could'nt hear, then I would'nt have to bear the hurt that comes from the words of those around me. If I could'nt hear, no one would really talk to me and I would'nt hurt anyone. If I could'nt hear, then I would be able to stop talking altogether.

But if I was deaf, then I would'nt be able to hear music.
So I'll continue to hear because of music.

Let me go in your place for you would be sorely missed.
And I would be forgotten.

Why am I here.

If there was a name for sadness,it would be you.